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passive lover

ProHero!Eijirou Kirishima x Reader

synopsis - A fan gets too touchy with your prohero partner due to the lack of crowd control, much to your dismay.

a/n: reader is kinda insinuated to have some type of telekinesis quirk. (Todoroki next b/c his timeskip look is sooo amazing.) english is not my first language, please excuse grammar errors.

Kirishima’s passiveness was something that was constantly apparent in your relationship. He hated arguing and conflict between you two, but of course like every relationship, it is and in this case, was bound to happen.

Don’t get him wrong he is a very respectful, very loyal and loving partner, and an even friendlier and caring hero. With being in the top 15, he was well known throughout japan. But fame comes with fans, and within fans are hardcore fangirls who practically threw themselves at your manly, sweet, one of a kind partner. It all started when you had a day off, but Eijirou was called into work.

With the click of a button on your remote; there he was, smiling nervously, cheeks tinted and his hands hovering the figure of a girl as she clung onto his neck. Not to mention the hundreds of hands grabbing onto his biceps and whatever they could reach. Crowd control failed him. You could see the cluelessness his eyes as he looked around, he pat her back lightly, smiling at her before he gingerly removed the girl’s arms from him. His lips quipped into a tight line as he bowed and excused himself from the scene, dodging the crowd and reporters, obviously embarrassed.  

You were pissed, no, fucking furious. You knew it wasn’t his fault but god you wish he had handled that better and didn’t let it go on for so long. Though you had good control over your quirk, being a pro-hero and all, it still managed to slip sometimes. Your vases shattered, and windows began to crack. You quickly breathed-in, and out, deciding it was better to get away from any breakable objects all together. You slipped into your closet, thinking it’s better to just change and get ready for the day instead of letting something so irrelevant ruin your day. 

At around 11:50, almost two hours after the incident you’d gotten a text from your lover. The text read “I’ll be over with lunch in a few, love ya babe” and a smiley face. You smiled, getting up to make sure you were presentable still and could organize a bit. You and Eijirou were in your very, early twenties, so even though he slept at your place most of the week, you didn’t live together, yet.  

Your mind only flashed back to the image of your boyfriend in the crowd with a girl around his neck, and several others on his sides and trying to cop a feel. It boiled your blood that people had gotten so bold, so comfortable with him. But your thoughts were interrupted by a knock, to which your quickly unlocked the door and opened it, to be greeted by Kirishima’s dopey grin and him holding up a bag of food from your favorite lunch spot. 

You smiled big at him, opening your arms to cling onto him from his neck how you normally would, but you paused, much to his dismay. You were fighting the urge to be petty so bad but god was this eating you up inside. His head tilted as he dropped his hands to his sides. “What? no hug?” He said, his voice wavering as he studied your expression. He could tell you were thrown off, irritated almost. You placed your palm on his chest, patting him lightly before turning around for him to let himself into your apartment. “I think she gave you one long enough for the both of us.” You retorted, just as kirishima had closed and locked the front door, he quickly whipped his head towards you, eyebrows furrowed. 

“Babe, you watched me pull her off and walk away..right?” He replied, his voice soft and gentle as he made his way to your frame from behind. Your turned to face him, leaning against your kitchen island as his hands came up to meet your waist as he looked down at you. When you were this close, the height and size difference was very clear between you two. “Yeah but- it took you so long, and you were blushing- it just really pissed me off.” Your voice was stern as you looked away from him, avoiding eye contact as you bit your bottom lip. “You’re 100% right baby, im so sorry i let it go on for so long, ill even have a talk with my crowd control from the agency, hm?” His hum was muffled as he’d leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You found yourself leaning into the softness of his lips before leaning back to look up at him. “You’re not mad? that I’m pissed at you over something stupid?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any sparks of annoyance or anger. 

He let out a light laugh before he moved his big hands to cup your face. His calloused and scarred hands against the plush skin of your face was a feeling that was incomparably comforting. You don’t know when or why you started liking and longing for his touch this much, but boy was it making it hard to even want to be mad. “Of course not, if it bothers you then it’s not dumb.” He replied, smiling at you before quickly adding on; “Plus i think it’s adorable you don’t wanna share me” He pressed your cheeks together, making your lips pout as he quickly kissed them before releasing your face. 

You stood there a little dumbfounded, before quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into another kiss, a real kiss. Your lips against each other was gentle, but eager enough to draw a low groan from the hero. He lightly tapped your hips, signaling he needed air. When you pulled away, his cheeks were bright red and his lips were glossy. “We should continue this after my shift- but let’s eat, I’m starving.” He pouted, turning to your table and moving you with him by placing his hand on the small of your back. 

you didn’t quite register what he had said about the after work thing til 10 minutes later. 

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Just thinking about Pro-Hero Dynamight, being recorded on live television staring at you with the most love struck expression that his normally-angry-and-agitated face could make. 

You were both dispatched to an emergency by your agency due to your quirks being the most compatible to this villain. But you and Katsuki both agreed it was better for you to handle said villain while he cleared the civilians and kept debris from hitting the stubborn news reporters. 

He watched you practically fly, and kick this villain into the floor causing a shockwave to be sent in the ground before the reporters voices began to become more coherent to him. 

“Pro-Hero Dynamight! What is your relation to Pro-Hero Y/N?” 

“Dynamight, how would you describe your partner? Is she easy to work with?”

“Pro hero! Why are you staring like that?” 

“Isn’t she somethin’..” Was all he could manage out, never taking his eyes off you, causing the crowd to gasp and whisper, school-girls giggling at the sight. 

[chuluoyi]

MY BOYFRIEND WILL KICK YOUR ASS !

- fushiguro megumi x reader

it's a date gone wrong when you get into an argument with your aloof boyfriend. but will he save you when it counts?

genre: tw: street harassment, catcalling. hurt/comfort, arguments and reconciliation, protective!megumi and fluff !

note: i miss my emo boi :(

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“Stay back!”

This is an utter plot twist. When you came out of your apartment today, all dolled up and ready to go on a date with your boyfriend, you never imagined you’d end up cornered by two creeps in a deserted alley.

“Easy, girl,” one of the guys in front of you cackled, lips curling into an unsettling sneer. “We’re just trying to get to know you better!”

“Listen— My boyfriend is super scary, you know!” you barked, willing yourself not to shake. “Now you better not come any closer or else—!”

“Or else what?” the other creep mocked with a snort. You gripped your umbrella—now your makeshift weapon—tightly, pointing it at him as a threat.

“Or else my boyfriend will be here in any minute and he’ll kick your ass!”

It was a partly a lie you hoped sounded convincing, because how could Megumi suddenly show up and find you in this dingy alleyway... right after both of you had a petty disagreement in the middle of Shibuya's shopping district?

Oh lord, how you regretted raising your voice and running away from him earlier.

"You are late!" you scolded him heatedly as he yawned, showing up twenty minutes later than your agreed time. "Can't you at least text me beforehand? I'll match your time if you do!"

Megumi sighed, fixing you with a blank stare as he scratched his head. "My bad. I overslept. I rushed here so didn't think of it."

It was so easy for him to say, and you would've understood if it was the first time, but you had noticed this pattern over the past two weeks. Whenever you asked him out for dates, his face always soured, and he didn't bother to be on time. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was reluctantly agreeing.

And by this point, you thought you knew better and that was really it.

Finally, you blurted out the burning accusation: "You never realize it, but it shows, you know? You never seem happy when we go out together."

He exhaled in exasperation, green eyes darkening at you. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that."

It seemed he had run out of patience. Standing your ground, you braced for his next words. But the glare he sent your way and the words he spat pierced your tender heart more than you thought—

"You're always nagging. Can't you stop being annoying just once? What a pain."

Perhaps he was right, you were annoying him all this time and dealing with you was a pain. You could imagine it if you were in his place, but you couldn't handle the very implication that you had done so, and you screamed at his face:

"So be it then! Fushiguro, you are the worst!"

—and ran off with tears in your eyes, deserting him altogether.

You knew you weren’t exactly a model of maturity, but in your defense, it stung deeply that he saw you as annoying and a pain. What girlfriend wouldn’t be hurt by that?

Anyhow, you loitered near the Shibuya station afterwards, and at first you heard some catcalls you didn't really pay mind to. But when those two guys started whistling and edging closer, it hit you—you were their target.

You quickened your pace, turning down several corners, only to find yourself trapped in a dead end. Just how much worse could your day get?

"Aha, the girl says she has a boyfriend!" Creep #1 snickered, turning to Creep #2 with a smirk, before pretending to scan the area. "But I don’t see him?"

"Miss, I swear we’re not up to any trouble," Creep #2 chimed in, his eyes gleaming with a predatory delight. "Won’t you be our friend? You’re too pretty to be alone—this is Shibuya, after all!" he said, eyeing your legs and whistled. "And ooh, have I told you that skirt suits you well?"

These guys were straight-up perverts!

"Get lost!" you yelled, your fingers trembling as you swung the umbrella at him when he tried to close the distance. "Can’t you just leave me alone?!"

You were at your wits' end, and it was clear this situation wasn’t going to improve with them still blocking your way. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart, and decided to do the only thing you could.

In hindsight, a stupid move—

You barreled towards the two of them with your umbrella—managing to push past them. For a moment, you thought you had a chance and ran as fast as you could—

"Ack!" —until you tripped and crashed on the ground.

You rose and immediately winced, looking down at the site where it hurt the most. Oh, you had scrapped your knees badly.

"Ahh, miss! Don't be too hasty~!" you heard the second guy's sing-song voice, and you really wanted to cry. Why did this have to happen to you?

"Don't come c-closer!" you stammered, backing away as they approached. Your whole body shook, desperately trying to think of ways to save yourself. "Or— I'll scream!"

"Whoa, whoa, wait just a minute! Why don't you just—"

You really thought you would scream, until suddenly the familiar scent of mint filled your sense and a strong arm pulled you from behind, and a broad back shielded your view from them—

"What do you need from her?" Megumi's voice boomed, his eyes glaring at the two men who had been harassing you. His breathing was ragged, as if he had run all the way here. "Fuck off."

At that moment, you couldn't help clutching his sleeve, hiding behind him further as you kept trembling. Megumi sensed it, and turned over to have a look over you—

You looked disheveled, spooked, and his eyes widened when he saw the blood trailing down both of your knees.

"Hey man, your girlfriend practically asked for it! Just look how she is dressed—"

Before you could process what was happening, Megumi had yanked the man by his collar and thrown a punch at him. You yelped and immediately got a hold of his arm to stop him further. "Megumi!"

The other guy quickly caught his friend, who spat out a string of curses, his lips bloodied from the punch.

"Fuck. Off." Megumi glowered at them, and they finally got the message, scurrying away in hurry. The moment they did, he faced you again and you finally let out a sob, throwing yourself into him. His body was warm, his heart pounding hard— yet it meant reassurance for you.

"Are you okay...?" his voice was noticeably softer as he wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug. "Did they touch you—?"

Megumi froze when he felt his chest dampen with your tears and heard your sniffles, your figure shaking like a leaf in his embrace. A wave of guilt washed over him, realizing how scared you must have been. Instinctively, he held you tighter.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry," he muttered, his breath warm against your ear. It was as if there was an invincible knife that twisted his chest when it dawned on him what you just got into. "I'm here now, okay? You're safe now."

If it weren’t for his harsh words earlier, you wouldn’t have run off. He kept shushing you, his own heart breaking at the turn of events.

And when you nodded against him, he knew he had to make it up to you somehow.

Later, Megumi tended to your minor injury while crouching down before you, as you sat on a bench near the convenience store where he had picked up the first aid kit.

Your eyes were swollen, your outfit was dirtied, but you ignored the curious looks from passersby. Still shaken, you kept your gaze fixed on your lap.

You recoiled when the disinfectant touched your torn skin, tears welling up again in your eyes. "Ow..."

"It'll hurt just a bit," Megumi looked up at you worriedly, seeing you struggling to hold back tears. He gently blew air on your wound. "It’ll be over soon."

Megumi noticed how you were uncharacteristically quiet. Between the two of you, you were the chatty one and he was the silent listener. But now, you were completely silent, and he knew it was definitely not a good sign.

And so he thought it was a good time to finally explain himself. With a sigh, he began. "I... was on back-to-back missions since last week."

You glanced at him, both surprised and confused.

"I was so tired; that’s why I’ve been oversleeping lately. Sorry for not meeting you on time." Megumi applied the ointment to your knees, and you stiffened from the sting. He blew air on them again to ease the discomfort.

"You never told me," you pointed out.

"Yeah, uh, sorry..." he winced. "It's so... lame. I got so exhausted for a week straight whereas Itadori bounces back so easily. Stupid, I know."

"You... didn't tell me because you don't want to look uncool?"

As soon as you worded it that way, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Megumi remained silent, looking down, and you knew that his silence was a definite yes.

Totally stupid. But exactly how Fushiguro Megumi was always wired. A part of you was exasperated, but also forgave him for it.

When he met your gaze again, he finally saw the light returning to your eyes. It was a relief to him, so he let out a small sigh and put on a strained smile.

"How did you find me anyway?" you asked quietly.

"You didn't pick up my calls. I was worried. And then I ran around until I heard your voice." His eyes narrowed into a frown. "Did they do anything to you?"

You shook your head, and Megumi let out the breath he had been holding, gripping your right hand in his. "I’m glad."

You brushed away the trace of tears on your cheeks as he finished applying band-aids to your knees, awkwardly fiddling with your fingers.

"Sorry for being annoying," you mumbled softly, not meeting his eyes, feeling yourself so small all of a sudden. "Will totally happen again though."

"You..." Megumi rose from the ground, raising an eyebrow. Unintentionally, he cracked a smile at your daring remark. "Just... don’t run off again, dummy. Do it where I can see you."

He ruffled your hair gently, then intertwined your fingers with his. "And sorry... for getting mad at you too."

Your cheeks felt warm, so you looked away, puckering your lips together. "...I'm hurt. You have to make it up to me."

He hummed, the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Let's go have that shaved ice you’ve been craving then."

“Huh? But you don’t like them?”

“You like those sugary dump, don’t you?”

Hand-in-hand, both of you traversed the Shibuya shopping district together. Your eyes were still puffy, but you were smiling and talking his ears off again just like you always did.

“I told those pricks my boyfriend will definitely kick their asses,” you giggled to yourself, swinging your intertwined hand joyfully. “And you really did~”

“What are you talking about…?”

And yet, Megumi thought... he liked you the best this way.